So when the warmer breezes arrived, and buds were seen on the trees, there is no doubt people rejoiced.
We enter a gate to a brickbat path. Raised beds of line the walkway. Bumble and honey bees hover over flowers, their legs and bodies dusty with pollen as they dart from blossom to blossom.
We walk beneath an arbor covered in trumpet honeysuckle and wisteria. Monarch butterflies flit among the drooping petals. Farther on, dogwood shades a bed of Sweet William.
Don't forget your fan!
O Thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell each other, and the list'ning
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turnèd
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime.
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,
Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee.
Links about Colonial Gardens:
What flowers will you be growing in your garden this year that are among the list of flowers in this post?
In my novels, I love to include flora and fauna in my descriptive narrative. And my heroines, who love them, must have a favorite, like Darcy in Beside Two Rivers who loves wild Queen Anne's Lace, and Sarah in Beyond the Valley who adores blue globe thistle.
Posted by author Rita Gerlach